Four days had passed in a relentless cycle of self-inflicted torment. Won’s existence was now split into two brutal halves: the suffocating, fake reality of the campsite, and the cold, savage reality of the Hollow Chamber.When he wasn’t enduring the sickly sweetness of Noah and Blossom’s charmed affection, he was in the Chamber, facing a terrifying Wynn who showed no mercy. Won still couldn't catch him, but the training was reshaping him from the inside out. His veins stood out, visible and hard, tracing the lines of his muscles, a constant sign of his accelerated growth.Out in the Veyne, killing the Terrapuses had become embarrassingly easy. He was a whirlwind of black iron and shadow, wiping them out with ruthless efficiency. His core achievement soared, he had clawed his way up to 557 cores all by himself.Last Updated : 2025-11-16

The moment Won unleashed the raw power of his soul, aiming his Cognidominance at Noah’s mind, the screaming stopped.“You will obey my command. You will not fight. You will help me launch the boat. Now.”The command was absolute, bypassing the King’s fragile charm and burrowing straight into Noah’s exhausted, three-month-old spirit. The rage vanished from Noah’s eyes, replaced by a vacant obedience. He was a perfect, if temporary, puppet.Won spat another stream of blood onto the sand, his jaw throbbing from the blow. “I’ll make him pay for that later.”“My bag. Bring the bag from the camp,” Won spoke.No

Won felt a cold wave of horror wash over him the moment he stepped onto the shore of the Death City of the Crown. The place was enormous, dark, and screamed a silent warning. The entire environment was giving him all the signs of a haunted house in a terrible horror movie, every instinct told him to run, yet he was following the others straight into the dark heart of the danger.The buildings, half-destroyed but still towering, were marked with streaks of dark, dried blood, signs of terrible battles and the monsters that survived them. He wondered what kind of creatures made this decaying metropolis their home.But the question nagging him most was simpler: “Why am I following Ramiro?” He knew they needed to break away soon, but the combined threat of the city and

Rage, cold and absolute, poured through every fracture of Won’s body. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to remain absolutely calm, even as his lungs screamed for air. He understood nothing of this ruined court, but his instincts shrieked at him to run.Arnold James was still staring at them.“What the hell did you do?” Blossom screamed, the raw emotion echoing sharply in the silence of the massive chamber.The man who had killed Arnold, a hulking brute in armor who looked like a high-ranked Knight, turned instantly toward Blossom, his bloody sword rising instinctively.“Hold on!”The man sitting on the grotesque Crown raised a single hand. The Knight froze, lowering his weapon immediately.“Who are you, kid?” the man on the throne asked, his voice calm.“WHY DID YOU KILL ARNOLD?” Blossom demanded, ignoring the King entirely.The man on the throne shifted his gaze to the guide who had led them here. “Did you bring them here, Jasper Wing?”The guide, Jasper, nodded, bowing low. Eve

Both Leo and Won stood up, facing Orson. They walked toward their friend, who was bruised and haggard, struggling to hold himself upright.“Let me heal you,” Won said, reaching out to touch Orson’s raw wounds.Orson shoved Won’s hand away. His half-puffed, bruised eyes were fixed solely on Leo. Without a word, Orson surged forward, grabbed Leo’s collar, and slammed him against the crumbling edge of the rooftop.“Orson, man, stop that!” Won shouted, moving to follow them.As if deaf, Orson sneered at Leo. The raw suspicion in his voice was devastating. “Did you kill Aviva?”Leo, allowing Orson’s grip on his collar, simply met his gaze. “Get yourself together, Or